Monday, August 30, 2010
Grandpop, You were the best a kid could ask for. You always had time for us, told stories, played games, took us places, bought us candy and bubble gum, made props and sets for every school play, and generally let us get away with murder. We were the luckiest kids to grow-up with a grandfather like you...always there and always fun. I still believe you can fix anything...and for the rest of my life whenever I hear a circular saw and smell freshly cut lumber I will think of you and remember all the good times we had together. I love you, Grandpop! Love, Gina
